Friday, November 11, 2005

last night

Last night, I went to painting class. Upon my leaving, a car was parked suspiciously close to my own. I asked the owner if they wouldn't mind pulling forward a tad so that I could exit my space with ease. The girl started shaking and telling me about the horrible week she's had, all with breath smelling like an empty bottle of cheap vodka. She was giving her 2 friends a jump, and couldn't I just squeeze out of the spot?

I considered reporting her drunken state, but didn't.

I feel pretty bad about that, so I hope she didn't kill anyone on the way home.

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